We went to my Mums house to say goodbye, and burn our CD's an print them. When we realised what the time was, we were rushing so much, and we just about made the train, that if we had missed it, it would have made us miss our ride to Manchester. We darted for it, and made it. Once again we sang our travelling mantra 'On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again'. Always brings a smile to our faces. With all our stuff in our bags, a brand new city awaiting, and a contact from CS, we made our way to Scotland via Manchester..
On the bus on the way there, we thought about doing a crowdfunding campaign. It had been an idea of Niz's for a while. We see if we can get enough to record an album together. We really felt it was a beautiful way to capture this experience, this feeling, this adventure and our music together. And if we made enough, we would use the money to get her ticket back here as soon as possible. We wrote all our ideas down and started to visualize it more and more. But we needed time to make a video and do the website and stuff. We got to Manchester and waited for the good old Megabus, it was over an hour late, and in the mean time another bus showed up for Edinburgh, and we got on it. It was full to the brim with people and when Niz had already put our stuff on, the fella said this isn't our bus. I shouted Niz and we got off an waited for ours. I wonder how many people got on that bus thinking it was the other one?
The ride there was nice and quiet, there was only about 6 people on it, and we lay down got some rest. Since it was the biggest time of the year in the city, we were lucky to find someone to stay with, and once again Couch Surfing brought a friend into our lives. David said he would pick us up at the Station, given us his number and said where he would be. We were meant to arrive at 1am, and it was now 1 am and we had stopped at Glasgow for what seemed like well too long. I didn't take his number down, and was unsure where we were meant to be meeting him. Then the doors opened in Glasgow and about 40 drunk, bare backed Scottish ravers got on the bus. Each one that walked up the stairs, I could hear the music to trainspotting playing. They were screaming and shouting, and this pack of 4 19 year old, loud girls, sat right behind us. They were screeching and cackling and making this noise that really made your ears tense up and ache. They were screaming at the driver telling him he was going the wrong way. It was getting to 2.30 am and we looked at eachother and wondered what we had let ourselves in for.
We finally pullled up to Edinburgh, and I will never forget this ginger lad at the front with no shirt on, stood up and really cracked his head on the bar of the roof. You could hear it thud, his eyes clenched a bit and then he just shook it off with that Scottish look in his eye. Me and Nizha got off the bus as soon as we could and tried to find St Andrews entrance to the Bus depot. It was a Friday night so the city was packed with people who had come from the clubs eating a McDonalds and singing and screaming out loud. We were dashing around looking for this entrance, we had no phone, carrying our luggage, looking for a place that was closed now because we were an hour late!
On the bus journey here, we both wanted to listen to our E.P, so we put Nizhas little laptop on and both had a listen. The battery had a few percent left, and Niz being that wise mystic gypsy hearted girl she is, said lets keep a little battery for emergency. We went into a Burger King and tried to use the Wifi, and then they tell us it's off! We dash next door to McDonalds and say can we use the wifi. He says you need to put your phone number in on the site, I say Mate, we dont have a phone! So as the battery is flickering on red, the McDonalds is full of people waiting, he takes his phone out, puts his number in, gets the code, puts it in and we are on! We frantically try and get Gmail up while the battery is still flickering with a whisker of life. We get the number, and I email him aswell saying we are in McDonalds. He lives a 40 minute drive away from the city, so we knew if he had gone, it was a night on the streets again.
I go around everyone asking if I can borrow the phone, but noone had battery! These smart phones never make it a full night on the town! Some guy lent me a quid though, and I went the phone box to call him. I get through and he is still waiting for us! He tells us where he is and I come out and tell Nizha he is still there and the joy and relief in her eyes was unforgettable. The wind was blowing hard, it was a crazy new city and we didn't think we could take a night on the bench again. We go and meet David, and he gives us a big hug and welcomes us to Edinburgh. He is a Scouser living there for the last 20 years. He really loves the place, and he lives in a cottage in a Hamlet in the middle of the Lowlands. We drove to his place and talked and laughed a long the way. We knew we had met a great guy and our Scotland adventure was off with a bang. We got out of the car at this little Hamlet with about 4 cottages, I looked up to the sky, and I swear I have never seen such a clear starry night. It was like the Universe was right there, shimmering and sparkling brighter than I had ever saw. Scotland was gonna be one hell of a ride, and this was just the start...............
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